8/8/2016

We say goodbye to the children at our guesthouse and we move towards Kazakhstan.
Yurts, horses and mountains, and we do not lose the occasion to become familiar with the friendly Kyrgyz people.
Roberto fortunately forgot at home the selfies stick, and I'm happy he did it.
This is his first time in Kyrgyzstan and he is not really happy to have to leave the country so soon: Robi we will come back, I promise you!



















Lunch time come and in these countries has pretty much always the same meaning: shashlik.
The restaurant where we stop prepares it excellent, still we don't know that we will remember this for three weeks as the best of the trip.





Kirov Dam is pretty famous and I don't need to explain why..











We pass the border to Kazakhstan and enter Taraz. Sabrina, from 2010, when we passed here, never misses an opportunity to say that it is a horrible city and we do not want to stop at.
As we ride the main street she says me, "but we didn't came in this area, it is not as bad as I remembered it", and in the exact same moment she says, "we did not come," I point to the right the hotel where we slept six years ago.
However we decide to continue and reach Shymkent, where we arrived with the sun already faded.
In the evening the neighbors table invite us to have a few shot of Russian vodka (keen to say that it is Russian, apparently to say that it is good) and after several toasts to friendship between the Italian people and the Kazakh, things go ending in predictable ways ...